It’s hard to imagine that some day there may be a time where you don’t call me every day or I call you and you don’t pick up because if that’s the case then who will I tell when I flirt or when I cry or when my plants die because even now if we skip a day I think what if today is that day until my phone rings and I know we’re safe but perhaps that day is tomorrow or even two hundred years from now and if that’s maybe the case then I should call you right now and start telling you everything.